Ptsd

(Cage got that cold)

Yeah

It's kinda different when you get it out the mud (Out the mud)

Really from the trenches, we don't step without a gun (Gun)

Puttin' all this pain on the mic for all the shit we've been through

**** hate where I'm from, but I just hope you win too

Play the game, lil' ****, wash away them sins too

The streets don't love you (The streets don't love you), mhm

Mh-mm, the streets don't love you (RV)

Facts if I writ the rhyme (Facts)

Trap, had to bill a line (Trap)

Packs, I got rid of mine (Gone)

Waps with the biggest bine (Go)

They say it's beef, givin' straight teeth, no Invisalign (Chew)

I'm just tryna make a mill', like it's dinner time (Milli')

Mummy's on my back, she got a bone to pick (Tsk)

Crime pays, can you really go legit? (Huh?)

Yeah, you out here, but what got to show for it? (What?)

Had the re-up in the back, I had to chauffeur it (Skrrt)

Get rich or die tryin' tryna stand a test (Rich)

Hundred mill's what I manifest (I pray)

All them different sticks like we had a nest (Haha)

I can never snitch, rather take back my ex (Never)

It's kinda different when you get it out the mud

Really from the trenches, we don't step without a gun

Puttin' all this pain on the mic for all the shit we've been through (Been through)

**** hate where I'm from, but I just hope you win too (Win too)

Play the game, lil' ****, wash away them sins too

The streets don't love you (The streets don't love you), mhm

Mh-mm, the streets don't love you (Yo)

One day, I wake up rich, but just not today (One day)

I was weighin' 'em bigs in my shotter ways (True)

Made the hotline bling, like the song by Drake (Bling)

I just go there, I don't put the opp block on Waze

You get me?

Shells come long, like spaghetti

Got it from the source, call him bolognese (Bolognese)

In the field like a soccer game (Field)

Till I got a case (Tsk), PTSD from the locks and chains

Yeah, PTSD from the locks and chains (Yeah, yeah)

From the locks and chains

It's kinda different when you get it out the mud (Out the mud)

Really from the trenches, we don't step without a gun (Gun)

Puttin' all this pain on the mic for all the shit we've been through (Been through)

**** hate where I'm from, but I just hope you win too (Win too)

Play the game, lil' ****, wash away them sins too

The streets don't love you (The streets don't love you), mhm

Mh-mm, the streets don't love you